Chapter 5 Chapter 2 The Man Who Sees the Future

Touching the pitiful eighty copper coins in his pocket, Kant wandered around the market for a long time without daring to take out a dime.After much deliberation, the only iron-containing object he could afford was an iron blade knife.However, a small piece of paper marked "Often wear and anti-rust", made this heroic knight hesitate. The fat man Gulaen, the owner of the armory store, raised his eyelids with difficulty, looked at Kant who had been thinking about the cheapest product in the store for half an afternoon, and snorted through his nose: "It's okay, a guy like you doesn't have to worry about repairing it." Weapons are such a long-term thing."

"Then give me the cheapest one that doesn't need to be repaired, thank you!" the civilian knight said angrily. A minute later, Kant went out with a wooden sword and seventy-five copper coins left on him.The kind boss wanted to give him a paper bag as a scabbard, but the proud Kant raised his hand and refused decisively. He didn't want people to think that he was holding a loaf of bread to fight the devil. In the pharmacy, Kant recalled the words of the owner of the weapon shop, facing a cabinet full of medicine bottles marked "Quickly replenish physical strength within 24 hours", but the cheapest one cost 20 copper coins.

"I think this is only worth two copper coins. What kind of grass juice is this made of? I look like a red leaf flower, don't I?" "Where do so many flies come from! Don't dirty my medicine." The tall and thin pharmacy owner scolded while looking at the flies flying on the counter. "How much is this?" Kant pointed to a stack of cloth bags at the door. "That's for people to buy medicine for medicine." "Does that mean you don't need money?" Kant said, grabbed a handful and walked away. Agatha, the proprietress of the equipment shop, seemed to be a member of a secret gang. She ignored the code unless Kant said it. Later, Kant discovered that the code was the sound of coins falling on the table.The cheapest civilian clothes cost fifty copper coins each, fifteen for the belt, and thirty for the boots. Fifteen? Then...fifty plus fifteen plus thirty plus thirty-five equals...seventy, this answer is absolutely correct. It's not that I'm bad at counting, that's all I have, do you want to take it or not."

The proprietress looked at Kant, sighed, tore off the sleeve of the cloth and threw it to him. Kant walked happily on the street wearing a vest, a sun hat and holding a wooden sword. Now he has everything a traveling warrior should have.Next, it was time for him to take the first step like the legendary great knight. He was about to take the first step, when suddenly a voice rang in Kant's ear, yes, right next to his ear. "Does anyone want to know their fate?" Kant looked around, and what he could see was an old man in the open space by the roadside.He was leaning helplessly under the tree, wearing a shabby gray robe, his face was blue and sick, and there was a broken bowl containing a few copper coins at his feet. His thin body looked like After sitting down, I couldn't get up again.

"Five copper coins, you can know your future with five copper coins..." Seeing Kant looking at him, the old man immediately shouted in a weak voice. cheap fate. "Hey, young man..." He was about to walk away when the old man leaned forward and waved to him, as if summoning a piece of bread that could walk. Kant moved over with some kindness and embarrassment. "Don't want to know your fate..." The old man looked at Kant like a tree full of gold coins. "Let's talk and listen." "If you don't believe it, why should I say it?"

"Tell me what's going to happen next week?" "You will meet people from far away, you have to be careful of those strange beauties who appear around you, especially when they show extra interest in you." "And then?" Kant listened with interest. "I'm hungry." Kant scratched his head, took out a copper coin and threw it into the bowl: "I can only give you one copper coin..." "It's a pity... You could have become the most powerful person in the world, but now you can only become an unknown swordsman." The old man picked up the copper coin and studied its authenticity.

Kant scratched his head: "You, what are you talking about?" "God was going to ask me to give you an oracle and tell you where to get infinite power, but you are too stingy, so I decided to choose someone else." "You can also change the entrustment of God at will?...Then, how much does it cost to become the most powerful person?" Kant widened his eyes. "Five copper coins." "It's pretty cheap. What would I become if I gave you eighty coppers?" "If you give me all the money on your body, I won't say anything, and I'll close the stall immediately and find a place to eat."

This frank old man made Kant laugh, and he threw down two more copper coins: "This is enough for your bread today." "Now you have been upgraded to an ordinary knight..." the old man said, nodding the money. At this time, a gold coin was thrown into the old man's bowl, and a rich man pushed Kant aside. "You will become a paladin. God bless you." The old man nodded and bowed. "Brother, you lost money, one gold coin is enough to become a paladin two hundred times." Kant said to the bright guy. The rich man gave him a blank look, and bent over to approach the old man: "I don't care for any paladins, I just want to know if Billina, the most beautiful in the city, will take a fancy to me?"

"Oh, this is much harder than saving the world." The old man put away the bowl and wanted to slip away. At this time, a group of people rushed in front of him: "Bastard old liar, just now our boss lost five copper coins to become a paladin, but when he left the city, his leg was bitten off by a monster, return the money!" The old man held the bowl tightly in his arms and shouted, "The dead can be paladins, so what does it matter if you have a broken leg?" But he was kicked to the ground, and the money in the bowl was scattered all over the place, and the adventurers picked them all up.

"Hey, one of the gold coins belongs to me!" the rich man shouted and rushed forward, but he was immediately hit by a stick in the face and fainted on the ground. When they dispersed, the old man fumbled on the ground for any money left. Kant sighed, squatted down and put another copper coin in the old man's hand: "Okay, let's change to a safer occupation." "Why didn't you rush up and fight them just now, and help me get back the money!" the old man asked angrily. Kant felt angry and funny: "I don't want to fall to the ground the day before the adventure."

"What a pity, what are you afraid of? When you are about to be beaten to death, there will naturally be a beautiful woman to rescue you, and she happens to be the daughter of the commander-in-chief of this country's army, so you will naturally embark on the path of a paladin. But now it’s all right, you are greedy for life and afraid of death, and the chance is gone.” "Are you confused?" "No, because I have eyes that can see the future." At this moment, several fine horses ran up to them.At the head was a beautiful woman in expensive clothes, with a haughty expression, followed by sergeants who followed, and they ran over without even looking at Kant.If Kant is wrestling with someone at this time... "I don't want the oracle, I just want your eyes!" Kant threw himself at the old man. The old man covered his eyes: "Just kidding, just kidding, I just happened to see them running over." "Hmph, I was joking too." Kant stood up and turned to walk away. In a corner of the square, Kant heard a player singing hard in the crowd from a songbook about the adventures of ancient knights: The girl finally opened her rose lips crooning in the ear of the nightcrawler Her shyness charmed the knight The sword stained with demonic blood fell to my feet The hand that defeated the dragon caressed those weak shoulders at this moment The icy skin is trembling slightly The knight could no longer contain the flames upon himself He picked up the princess and called her name Pull off the white gauze from Jie Jingyu's body Oh... oh la... la la... "Farewell, hurry up and sing the next one!" Someone in the crowd shouted. Kant frowned, stepped forward, and shouted, "That's not the case!" "Don't interrupt, we are singing at the critical moment!" People turned their heads and glared. "That's not the case," Kant shouted, "I've heard this passage of "Aphega" two hundred times. Although the Aphega knight was the first among the twelve knights to see the princess, he was already seriously injured at that time. All the way to the giant fin port, she was handed over to the knights of Helan and Stillwater, and died of serious injuries. Along the way, she didn't even touch her hand, so later generations called him a model of knights, How can there be the... part between him and the princess, why did it change to this?" The singer in the crowd rushed out: "Which bastard is talking crazy under the statue of King Yilagu! I am singing the authentic "Ruo Xinghan Epic: King Fan Kedel and His Eighteen Knights Lead Human Heroes Great and indelible victory on this land", the version revised by the great priest Kashuli himself, where did you hear it?" "Oh? Is this called "The Epic of Ruo Xinghan"? I always thought it was called "The Legend of the Twelve Knights". It was told to me by Uncle Alqin in our village when I was young." There was laughter from the crowd. "Go, boy, don't make trouble here!" Someone in the crowd shook his fist at Kant. Kant walked out of the crowd resentfully, "That story is definitely not like this." At this moment a child tugged at Kant's clothes. It was a child in a pointed hat, wearing an ill-fitting gown cut from adult clothes that he picked up, and if that was a gown at all, his long beard trailed his feet in long tattered beards, with his hands protruding from large holes in his clothes. , at a glance, it is known that he came to the center of the city from a homeless camp to beg. "I'm out of money, little one," said Kant. "Really, I'm as poor as you." "No! I want to tell you that I heard a person who complained the same as you. He also said: 'Now the real "Ruo Xinghan Epic" has been lost, or it was changed beyond recognition by later generations." He also said A troubadour. His name is Ron." "Oh? Can he sing the real ancient scroll version of "Ruo Xinghan Epic"?" "No, he doesn't know everything either. He has been wandering all over the place just trying to complete the entire epic, and last time he fought with other singers about it. He's on the other side of the square, and I can take you past." Kant walked across the square, and the afternoon sun made the stone bars on the tower glow milky white.He saw the young man, lazily lying in the sun with an orange piano in his arms, as if everything in the world had nothing to do with him. "I saw that you don't have half a coin in your hat." Kant said, "Why can't you hear a song when you come to a troubadour?" "I don't have anything they like in my songs," said Ron. "I didn't know King Van Kelder married sixteen beauties, and I couldn't make a song about how he courted every night. Sing." "Then what's in your song?" Ron stroked the strings lazily with his fingers, and suddenly a burst of music gushed out, like a fountain of light washing away the noise of the square, making the ancient bells that had already been broken reverberate and ring again. "I have the bells in my song when Luritz walks through the church..." He stroked the strings again, and this time Kant seemed to hear the sound of wind and snow and horse howling. "And Kalil led the legion over Kampala Mountain..." Ron's fingers flicked quickly, and countless sounds jumped out, like sparks, which would turn into flames at first. "The Idels captured the ancient capital, their scimitars were bloody yellow, and the sky was on fire for seventy days." Kant finally let himself jump out of the historical illusion in front of him, he shook his head: "I don't understand, you have such good piano skills, but no one listens to you playing." "People are sleepwalking, and they can't hear my call. And I smell bad breath, I see darkness on the sunny land, and something is hiding in the shadows, waiting for the night to come." "Wonderful, do you always speak like a poem?" Kant said. "No, this is the classic libretto from "When Night Swells from the Earth", you idiot." Ron glared at him dissatisfiedly, "Perhaps you should know the allusion to this poem." "Does it mean that the demons gushed out of the ground four hundred years ago?" "Yes, it's the beginning of the war." Ron looked at the crowd floating in the square, "The moment before the sun sets, people don't know that it will never rise again." All three fell silent. "I hope the demons can come again," Kant suddenly became happy. "Life without feats is so boring. I am looking forward to such an adventure. If the demons flood out of the dungeon again, I can defeat them again , become the new hero." Ron stared blankly at the guy in front of him for a long time: "Become a new hero? You? I think you might die on the twenty-eighth page of the story." "At least I am a swordsman, am I not?" Kant swung his wooden sword, "And you? Make demons cry with your singing and understand peace and love?" "Look down on a troubadour?" Ron sneered. "You're all blind people walking in the daylight. You can't see what I see." "Wait, what about me? Maybe I'm the future hero." The waif who had been following Kant just now said suddenly. "You? Oh, sorry, Lord Protagonist. We forgot about you, uh... what's your name?" Kant asked. "Kustin Mitel Kostin." "Oh," Kant was indeed a little surprised, "a vagrant has such a noble surname, Kostin? I almost thought you were a descendant of the greatest royal family three hundred years ago, so don't name yourself indiscriminately. OK?" Ron stood up suddenly: "You don't realize what's coming, and being with you is just a waste of my time." He walked away, leaving Kant and the waif on the spot. "I've heard... the truth is I guess, he has a great teacher, because he understands a lot of things, for example, he can see things you can't see at a glance, and he understands the ancient elf language, which is great It is impossible to learn without a master-level character professor." "It sounds like he's more capable than me, but now he's just wandering here, no wonder it's like a lid on a boiling kettle, what he said is coming, what's going on?" "No one knows, maybe he has the ability of foresight or astrology. You can also find someone to calculate your fate. I heard that the crystal ball of the mage Staby in the city is very effective. You can see the future, but it costs five at a time. gold." "God, I only have five, no, four copper coins, is there any cheaper one?" "Of course, 'There's everything you need in this world,'" the waif Kirstin assumed the appearance of a seasoned counselor, "'...as long as you're willing to empty your pockets.' Know who What did the poet say?" "Now my head is as empty as my stomach, I have to find a place to get some money now, goodbye, my little prince." Kant pretended to salute him. "Goodbye! My chief knight!" Troubadour Ron returns to his lodgings. This is just a camp for homeless people. There are several such camps in a big city like Kilogang, but the dilapidated houses, temporary grass sheds, flying flies, and even the wild dogs running around look the same. of.Ron has lived in several places this month.He wanted to find a place where he could play the piano quietly under the moonlight, but this kind of place was always smelly and noisy, and in the middle of the night, he often heard drunkards shouting, shouting of fighting, and screaming of men and women arguing.It seems that only the garden area in the center of the city and the woods outside the city are quiet.But guards patrol the garden to keep homeless people out, and outside the city lurks wild beasts and legendary monsters. "Singers are not needed in this era." Ron sighed in a corner of a dilapidated house with only half a roof, plucking the strings, and heard a sound like a broken pot.The piano could not be repaired, so he threw it out in a fit of anger.But he regretted it as soon as he threw it away, so he jumped out and caught Qin in his hand again before it hit the wall. He looked around vigilantly, being found out that he had such a speed would cause trouble, maybe it would attract the inspection of the guards, and that would lead to a lot of things.But except for an old man who made a living by fortune-telling and looked at this side stupidly, no one noticed his instantaneous movements just now.He felt tired, leaned against the wall and fell into a deep sleep. ... "Ron, you are going to save us," said a woman's voice, "from the hand of the devil." He seemed to be standing in a boundless dark temple. Footsteps sounded from the temple, and that terrifying black figure was approaching step by step. "The future demon king is waking up. Hurry up and find the power from Ruo Xinghan's ancient scroll. You are the only one who can contend with him." The figure was getting closer and closer, and Ron wanted to use magic, but found that he couldn't spell a single one. "I can't!" he cried, "my teacher taught me nothing." The black shadow walked faster and closer, the hall collapsed, and everything was crushed. ... When Ron woke up, he suddenly found a pair of terrifyingly large eyes staring at him. "Ron is missing," the little tramp Kostin hurried to look for Kant, "I can't see him anywhere." "Really? Where will he go? Maybe he just went to have breakfast." Kant's mind was full of breakfast. "It is said that someone saw him being pulled into the ground by a terrible monster and carried away, and his piano was still on the ground. People said that it might have been done by a monster living in the forest outside the city." "Ah, it seems that it's time for me to venture out of the city." Kant waved the wooden sword. "As weak as you are, I don't think you should go out..." Kostin looked embarrassed. "Which hero has not experienced risks? If you don't start training now, how will you fight against the army of the devil in the future?" Kant was full of ambition. "The devil?" Kostin scratched his head, "But three hundred years ago, there was no devil..." "No, as long as the demons are still there, they will not be willing to fail after all. Otherwise, how can we have a chance to become heroes and save the princess?" "But that's why knight novelists need to keep publishing novels. Is there such a thing as demons in this world?" Yes, in the world, do demons really exist?